Home Is Where The Heart Is

14th April, the day we visited an orphanage,

We could see children all around us,

Some were playing, 

Some were eating,

While some were still sleeping within the secured walls of the orphanage.

None of them had ever experienced the immense love and guidance of 'parents',

None knew how it feels to hold their father's hands and take their first steps.

The children had no idea how it felt to be in the arms of their mother

And to see the happiness in her eyes;

They had not seen their birth givers.

None of them were unhappy though,

Their pretty little faces had beautiful smiles

And an everlasting glimpse of laughter, fun, and frolic was prevalent.

They never complained about anything,

Happy with whatever little they had.

The nuns loved them for who they were,

They knew their parents had abandoned them.

How could one be so cruel?

How could they leave behind their child, crying on the streets?

The babies didn't feel sorry

For not being under the blanket of love and protection of their parents.

They rather seemed to be happier in the place they were in,

It is true, that they didn't get a life like you and me.

They didn't get the love, affection, and warmth of their families,

Destiny perhaps did not favour them as much as it favoured us.

They didn't have anything else to lose anymore,

Probably because they had lost their happiness long, ago.

But remember my friend,

Home doesn't mean a place within the four walls,

"Home is where the heart is".